already
rolling in for e-issues. Huffington
Post mentioned my blog interview in an
article today. Can you believe that? The
Huffington-fucking-Post.”
“ The Huffington Post covers porn?” I say
dumbly.
“ Apparently, us renovating
the zine to be more universally friendly cross-gender caught their
attention. And it did. I mean, it worked.” She’s babbling a million
miles a minute, almost as bad as Evan was in the car, but what
Britain is saying is much more interesting. “Our agenda worked too.
Have you been looking at the website?”
“ No I haven’t been looking
at the website,” Evan says with a huff. “We literally just got back
from my mom’s.”
“ Well, fuck you. Wait.”
Britain raises and eyebrow. “We, as in both of you , just got back from your
mom’s?”
“ Long story,” I answer.
“You were saying?”
“ Right. Well, our feedback
on the issue over all realms of social media is positive for both
genders. But almost everyone is wanting more.”
“ More what?” Evan
asks.
“ More sexual tension. And
more skin.” Britain waggles her eyebrows and Evan rolls her eyes.
But her eye rolling is a poor mask. She looks nervous.
“ I hope the two of you are
ready. We’re gonna promote the shit out of the second in the
series. I want to shoot today, if that’s cool with the two of you.
Can you be in hair and makeup in five? And it doesn’t matter what
you wear.” She winks, and before either of us can respond, saunters
away.
Evan sighs loudly and pushes back her
chocolate hair with her fingers. I grasp her shoulders, forcing her
to look at me. “Hey. You okay?”
She performs the adorable gesture of
pushing up the middle of her glasses with her finger. She’s not
wearing makeup, just like how she was last night. Arching beneath
me. A guttural moan escaping her throat. I blink the image away
before I have the chance to get hard.
“ Peachy,” she says with a
weak grin.
“ If I ever do anything to
make you uncomfortable, in front of the camera or not, you’d tell
me, right?”
She blinks slowly before saying,
“You’re not the problem, Dallas.”
I have no idea what she means, but I’m
quickly distracted by the giggling coming from the corner of the
room. A gaggle of models are looking toward us. A gorgeous blonde
smiles at me and winks. She holds up the current issue of
EPE.
Evan rests her hand on my arm. She’s
looking over at the girls with disdain. I bite back a grin—is she
being protective of me?
“ You want to look at the
issue?” I ask her.
“ Hell no,” she replies
quickly. “Especially not the shoot with you.” And in the same
breath, “I need to get my makeup done.”
She stalks away.
I walk up to the blonde model and her
friends. All of them are dressed in bikinis or lingerie. “Can I
borrow that?” I ask.
She pops her hip. “Sure.” She hands me
the magazine and bats her eyelashes. “I hope you don’t mind me
saying this, but I would pay money to shoot with you. Maybe we
could do a private session later?”
“ Err… I can’t tell if
you’re being literal, or if, by private session, you’re hitting on
me. I’m a science dork. I’m not that great with reading
women.”
She and her posse giggle. “You silly
boy.” She leans in and whispers, her hot breath tickling my ear. “I
meant that, later tonight, I’d like to get your alone and fuck your
brains out.” She takes a step back. “Offer’s on the
table.”
What the hell is wrong with me? Why do
I not feel turned on in the slightest by this beautiful girl
offering herself to me? “Sorry,” I tell her. “I have a
girlfriend.”
She sneers. “Rylan?”
“ Uhh… no, actually. But
Rylan is a friend. Look, I gotta…”
“ Pretty boy!” Someone
hollers across the room. On instinct I turn. A pissed, goth-looking
girl is staring right at me. “You done flirting? You need to get
your ass into makeup.”
I don’t argue, using this as an excuse
to dodge any more advances from
rolling in for e-issues. Huffington
Post mentioned my blog interview in an
article today. Can you believe that? The
Huffington-fucking-Post.”
“ The Huffington Post covers porn?” I say
dumbly.
“ Apparently, us renovating
the zine to be more universally friendly cross-gender caught their
attention. And it did. I mean, it worked.” She’s babbling a million
miles a minute, almost as bad as Evan was in the car, but what
Britain is saying is much more interesting. “Our agenda worked too.
Have you been looking at the website?”
“ No I haven’t been looking
at the website,” Evan says with a huff. “We literally just got back
from my mom’s.”
“ Well, fuck you. Wait.”
Britain raises and eyebrow. “We, as in both of you , just got back from your
mom’s?”
“ Long story,” I answer.
“You were saying?”
“ Right. Well, our feedback
on the issue over all realms of social media is positive for both
genders. But almost everyone is wanting more.”
“ More what?” Evan
asks.
“ More sexual tension. And
more skin.” Britain waggles her eyebrows and Evan rolls her eyes.
But her eye rolling is a poor mask. She looks nervous.
“ I hope the two of you are
ready. We’re gonna promote the shit out of the second in the
series. I want to shoot today, if that’s cool with the two of you.
Can you be in hair and makeup in five? And it doesn’t matter what
you wear.” She winks, and before either of us can respond, saunters
away.
Evan sighs loudly and pushes back her
chocolate hair with her fingers. I grasp her shoulders, forcing her
to look at me. “Hey. You okay?”
She performs the adorable gesture of
pushing up the middle of her glasses with her finger. She’s not
wearing makeup, just like how she was last night. Arching beneath
me. A guttural moan escaping her throat. I blink the image away
before I have the chance to get hard.
“ Peachy,” she says with a
weak grin.
“ If I ever do anything to
make you uncomfortable, in front of the camera or not, you’d tell
me, right?”
She blinks slowly before saying,
“You’re not the problem, Dallas.”
I have no idea what she means, but I’m
quickly distracted by the giggling coming from the corner of the
room. A gaggle of models are looking toward us. A gorgeous blonde
smiles at me and winks. She holds up the current issue of
EPE.
Evan rests her hand on my arm. She’s
looking over at the girls with disdain. I bite back a grin—is she
being protective of me?
“ You want to look at the
issue?” I ask her.
“ Hell no,” she replies
quickly. “Especially not the shoot with you.” And in the same
breath, “I need to get my makeup done.”
She stalks away.
I walk up to the blonde model and her
friends. All of them are dressed in bikinis or lingerie. “Can I
borrow that?” I ask.
She pops her hip. “Sure.” She hands me
the magazine and bats her eyelashes. “I hope you don’t mind me
saying this, but I would pay money to shoot with you. Maybe we
could do a private session later?”
“ Err… I can’t tell if
you’re being literal, or if, by private session, you’re hitting on
me. I’m a science dork. I’m not that great with reading
women.”
She and her posse giggle. “You silly
boy.” She leans in and whispers, her hot breath tickling my ear. “I
meant that, later tonight, I’d like to get your alone and fuck your
brains out.” She takes a step back. “Offer’s on the
table.”
What the hell is wrong with me? Why do
I not feel turned on in the slightest by this beautiful girl
offering herself to me? “Sorry,” I tell her. “I have a
girlfriend.”
She sneers. “Rylan?”
“ Uhh… no, actually. But
Rylan is a friend. Look, I gotta…”
“ Pretty boy!” Someone
hollers across the room. On instinct I turn. A pissed, goth-looking
girl is staring right at me. “You done flirting? You need to get
your ass into makeup.”
I don’t argue, using this as an excuse
to dodge any more advances from
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